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Chapter 8 Shooting(2/2)

I was delighted, but I hadn't waited for me to be happy for too long.

Suddenly, a powerful yin energy suddenly rose from Uncle Zhao's body. The evil energy had just been halfway through, and then it stopped suddenly, and then quickly generated, which became even stronger than before.

"What's going on?"

I was shocked.

But Uncle Zhao's face quickly turned pale, and his originally godless eyes suddenly showed anger and cruel look.

"Get out, you want to meddle in other people's business. If you don't want to die, stay away."

Uncle Zhao shouted.

"Dad, what's wrong with you, Dad? Xiaofei is here to help you."

"Old Zhao, what are you calling?"

Zhao's mother and Guoxing both surrounded each other and said anxiously.

"Don't come over."

I reached out to stop the two of them, looked at Uncle Zhao solemnly and said, "This is not him, Uncle Zhao can't hear what you said."

"Hehe... little boy, you have some eyesight."

Uncle Zhao smiled strangely, stared at me with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice, "This is not something you can get involved in, it's my private affairs with him. I advise you to stay away."

Uncle Zhao's eyes were extremely fierce, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and his scarlet eyes stared at me, making me feel cold.

But of course I can't be scared away just like that. No matter what, he is also my brother's father, and I have to find a way to help.

After calming down, I looked at Uncle Zhao and said, "Who are you? Why do you want to harm him? Maybe I can help you solve this misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? Hehe..."

Uncle Zhao chuckled with a hoarse voice and said, "If I misunderstand, can I still fight so much? Baby, I know that you have a domineering fate. I can't move you, but you don't want to save him. Humph, not only him, but those two must die."

Uncle Zhao's eyes turned to his wife and son.

Although I knew that he no longer had his own consciousness, I was still nervous by the expression.

"Old Zhao..."

Zhao's mother even covered her mouth and couldn't speak.

"What benefits can you get from killing them? What do you want, I can find a way to help you?"

I frowned and persuaded.

"Hmph, help me? Just you? I don't bother to pay attention to you, so I'll just wait to die."

Uncle Zhao glanced at me, replied lightly, and then stopped talking.
Chapter completed!
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